Thang Nguyen 555

You’ll get there, that I am sure. When time runs out.

Others will gladly take your places. Vacancy. space. possession. Life is like a big hotel, where no one can claim monopoly: it’s my domain my throne.

We are around just for the ride yet we think/act as if we were made of teflon: like Cher like Mick. “You can’t always get what you want…” hear that, x President Trump!

America, land of the free, and of the detail-obsessed. Lots of rules, written and unwritten, spoken and unspoken.

Low prices? No problem. Convenience? No problem. Values? No problem. Buy now, spend now, consume now (The future will take care of itself.) No time to die. No time to think. No time to vote. And of course no time for the soul. Just muscles and money. Texas Strong. Money talk.

If you got no money to invest (in some sorts of Ponzi-scheme) then, give me your time; I will monetize for you. Voila! Ghost work! Crowd source. Egyptian King and the Mechanical Turk. Spin that wheel. Machine learning taught by man to replace man.

If asked, you’ll get tons of answers, first Fortune-cookies wisdom, and now online. Lots of wisdom, podcast and broadcast. From choosing your friends to investing wisely … . 7 Billions of self-interest self-indulgence definitely will collide = ending in a lose-lose proposition at scale, like covid and climate change.

Pedagogy of the oppressed. Give me your time, your expertise, your firstborn, your creativity. your content and your contact. While at it, we’ll take your bedrooms and your backseats. Bam, the sharing economy. purportedly seeks to democratize access, yet ends up exploiting the commons (while pocket the profit! Capitalism at its ugliest apex).

Don’t know what to do with your time? No problem. Don’t know where you’re going? No problem. No soul? No problem. The age of muscles over mind, money over morality. No memory? Now, we do have a problem.